I’ve been amazed since day 1 at how much Baby C adores her big sister. For now, big sister also adores her baby sister; frequently asking to see her, kiss her, hug her and commanding I go check on her baby sister when she hears Baby C fussing. I love watching them interact and while Baby C likes me and her daddy, she absolutely has a favorite…her big sister. Here’s proof, a random Wednesday morning before dance class.
Here’s what I’ve learned, in my first month, of having 2 kids:
When mentally preparing for whatever task is at hand (getting ready for church, running an errand, getting A to preschool or dance class, fixing dinner, etc.) it seems downright impossible. The truth is, on paper, it never works. But somehow, when the time comes, you just do it and it all works out fine.
Accomplishing any task at this stage makes me feel like a superhero. I took both girls to the zoo yesterday, no the baby didn’t sleep the whole time, and we did just fine.
Nursing in public is a must-do. It really doesn’t bother me as long as I can find a somewhat discreet place to do it. And if I can’t find a discreet place, well, too bad. Frankly, I’m not that modest and I’m only willing to do so much.
Breastfeeding is so much easier this time around.
If I’d had only an ounce of the confidence I do now, as a mother, the first time around with A wouldn’t have been nearly as difficult.
Babies cry, in public. And it’s ok. Preschoolers cry too, sometimes in public. And it’s also ok. I just tend to their needs and move on. I’m much less concerned about crying in public this time around. When A was little, I was terrified to leave the house for fear that she’d cry in the car or in public.
My needs have taken a serious backseat. That’s not necessarily a good thing and I need to work on it.
I’m pretty sure I’m on the AAP hit list. I’m breaking all the rules. C spends a good chunk of the night in my bed. Surrounded by pillows and covered with my sheets and comforter. This morning I found her passed out on her belly…gasp!
I feel the need to repeat the word confidence. It’s made such a HUGE difference. Unfortunately, that confidence only comes with experience.
I’m shocked with how much C adores her big sister. At only a month old she looks for A when she hears her voice and is perfectly content to lay on the floor beside A while she plays. C talks the most to A.
A is just as smitten with C. For now. I suspect that will change when C becomes mobile.
I can’t imagine doing this with a 2 year old. A 3 year old is so much more independent and makes it much easier.
I’ll choose sleep over a shower almost every time.
No 2 babies are alike.
I can almost always pinpoint exactly what C needs and calm her down. The only thing I can’t seem to fix are her gas issues.
My house is a disaster. I’m pretty sure I don’t really care.
I miss my husband like crazy. Both from a relational stand point and also as my partner, an extra set of hands and someone to talk with.
I’m amazed by the number of things I can do with one hand.
The emotions I feel about the well-being and the life I want these 2 girls to have is almost over-whelming. Especially since we’re getting ready to take a HUGE step of faith in the work/income department. It stresses me out a little…I want them to have a great childhood and want to be able to provide a really great life for them. I know that doesn’t always mean you need lots of money, but it helps.
There really is plenty of love to go around. Lap space, not so much.
I can manage on a lot less sleep than I ever dreamed possible.
The time goes by too fast. Baby C is already 5 weeks old and weighs almost 12 pounds. She wears 3 month clothes and I think we’re going to need size 2 diapers next.
I wish someone would have told me to really SEE A before C was born. A still seemed small. Her nose was small, her fingernails were small. Now all those things, and so many other things seem huge because my perspective has changed. I can’t seem to get back to the place where anything about A seems small and it makes me sad.
I’m kind of loving having 2 kids…especially when I walk into the room and see this: